When my grandfather died, I missed him. However, I'm pretty sure that my father did not. My father and my grandfather had a strained relationship, at best. When my grandfather died, I'm pretty sure I was the only one who missed him.
I hardly think about him anymore. Sometimes I do. Most of the time, though, I wish that he hadn't been such a bigot and racist. I wish he hadn't been an asshole. I wish he had been different.
Jim Henson and George Carlin died and I mourned them. I still find myself wishing for more of both of those men. Sometimes I cry that they're not here.
I want to leave the planet a better place. When I go, I want to make sure that I leave it better than when I got here. I wanna do something good.
I want to be like strangers who have made my life more enjoyable. I don't want to be like some of my family members.
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